Poor Righteous Teachers - Rock Dis Funky Joint Lyrics

Time to get funky-new-radical hip as I get to the point
Rock this funky joint
Wait a sec, the teacher's got to check the intellect

Plus I must stepped in, then give you it but
But give you what?
The P the R the T for often come to teach the top but
Plus I be just enough? (Uh-huh) to manifest
The fabric mathematics black be that of Asiatic
Rock the teship track the static
And that you're rocking to my concept
Now guys I stand for this
For this wise, civilized in hip hop rhyme, from a black mind
To kicking it to you all the time
As-salam, you like a more a peace sign
Represents my way life and this be that of Islam (Islam)
I take my time
Just before I manifest the rhyme
Sharp and act your witness stop the music on a dime
Knowledge me a cappella wisdom G I'm manifesting
Understanding understood so there's no need
For keep you guessing, follow me now, see
See I be rocking
The second hand is ticking still the posse don't be clocking
Controllers of the track we take it closer to the point
Rock this funky joint (yeah)

Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint

It's time to step
The style that I use with with also rather rapidly
Prt posse backing me, easy now, star
You know exactly who we are
Poor Righteous Teachers child we PRT for short now
Now don't want more, hm?
Or am I too much for the mental?
Proceed teacher please, just keep it sorta simple
Like Hip Hop, yeah complicatedly I place it
According to the moods of my intellect
Step for step
I step a little closer to the point
Rock this funky joint
But, but I'm your teacher, I teach you
Rocker when I rock you
The king I will find muse of different style of hip hop
Smooth like a wise words spoken from a prophet
Rough like a slave trying to get away
See I combine, with two kinds of rhyme, trying to reach you
The knowledge of myself makes me a poor righteous teacher
Stop to flip the topic, Islamically I drop it
My duty be to teach so keep your pistol in your pocket
I self, Lord and master
Travelling faster
As I get closer to the point
Rock this funky joint, yeah

Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint

Stammer, step yeah, yeah, I'm on top of it
I, I have to get
The styles that you be seeking and the words that I be speaking
Poor Righteous Teachers posse teaching
Anyone that lacks this style that I be styling
Mentally profiling, should I say I'm
Smooth with the roughness
Just serving justice
Suckers try to suck this
But, but I be scoping
Never I'm not sleeping
Because it's Culture Freedom, G
Whose posse rolling? Prt
Word, B, it's sort of simple, see
Now look at me
The holy intellectual type when I write
The spirit always keep me something hype
I pimp the mic, yo
'Cause it's my whole life like, like I'm creating
Man I be festating, can I say I'm great when
There's not another brother greater?
Turn to Culture Freedom for support
G, manifest the point
Rock this funky joint

Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint

But no excuses, losers never rock this
Snakes try to stop this
Purify the holy hip-hopness
Listen to the concept, swept tech-technique
Peace be the Lord I feel this war when I speak
As-salamu-alaykum
Alaykum my salaam
A universal greeting from the people of our kind
Step into the realm of my cypher
Feel the different type of
Commas coming, slipping, stepping technique
Twelve hundreds master by the Shah
He's asking me to rock
So now I'm giving him the spot

Style be the lyrics I be kicking
Intelligence be ticking
So what's symbolic to a bomb?
Many brothers roll and fell a victim
I'm not living with them
Because they didn't know the time
Turn to Culture Freedom for support
G, manifest the point
Rock this funky joint

Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint
Rock this funky joint

Check it out right
To our righteous teachers B.I.c
In the house, I got my road manager chuck
And our wonderful brother, Power
Always in the house, you know what I'm sayin'?
And ay, yo Marsden, just keep being scary
And you in here, you know what I'm sayin'?
Must say, peace to the Queen
Love elevation and one must say peace to the queen Shanara
And one must say peace to a lot of other queens
But I just can't recall their names right now
And yo it's smooth with the roughness
'Cause we're just some of them, trust it
See yeah (true indeed)
Black men, boys, black girls
Wimps